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[ At once, whether you were going out somewhere or you were starting to head home— everything stops. You can tell, for the birds in the sky have stopped mid-flight, the trees have stopped rustling, and even the breeze has stopped.

Time itself seems to have stopped, save for you.

At the same time, you hear it—the sound of something, someone, something?, calling you. Toward the direction of Honmachi Sakura Park. ]